Adrenaline Rush - Open

[ivyy]

.: Stonewhisker :.
Deputy of ThunderClan

Stonewhisker nodded, surprised at his refusal. He tensed his muscles, zoning in on the clueless bird. His pale green eyes staring at the plump sparrow's throat. He could almost hear it's blood pumping through it's jugular vein. Stonewhisker was thoughtless as he focused on his prey, his mind was tuned into the environment. The sound of a soft breeze whistling through the tall grass, Pinestorm's light breathing, the lapping of the lake against the shore not too far off. Everything was being taken in by his flattened ears.

Stonewhisker took a sudden breath as he sprung at the surprised bird. Paws aimed at the sparrow's wings, he flew across the long distance quickly, a flash of striped gray fur. His sharp claws dug into the bird's flesh like thorns, ripping and tearing as the panicking bird struggled in the hunter's grasp. Stonewhisker bent quickly to deliver the deadly bite. With the bird hanging now limp in his jaws, he turned to face Pinestorm, the end of his tail flickering back and forth in triumph.

Stonewhisker raised his ears, dropping the kill. "Do you wish to find something else?" he said, his blood still pumping from the adrenaline rush. With his new catch, his hypersensitive senses faded. The air was thick with the smell of the sparrow, and all the noises of the songbirds had ceased.

[Thyme]

"Yes. Oh of course, yes." the tabby tom’s eyes flashed eagerly, a trace of the familiar easy-to-rise anger visible in his yellow-green eyes. His jaws opened again as he tasted the thickness of the air, Hunting came as number two in the list of his favorite things, second only to full-out fighting. Nothing got his fur up better than a good border squabble; clawed-out clumps of fur only add to the authenticity and rush. And, if you included “chasing thieving ShadowClan and WindClan cats off ThunderClan territory” then that would be yet another thing to add to the list. So yes, anything that requires the rather violent use of claws, fangs, and a smidge of what might be considered bullying certainly falls under “Pinestorm’s favorite things”.

Pinestorm flattened his ears briefly, surveying the area with a critical and knowing eye. The nearby forest had fallen silent, indicating that the prey in the area had been notified of the potential threat of hunting cats. The sharp, warning scent of blood hung heavily in the air, although he thought that he could catch a few whiffs of fresh vole. It was unlikely that they would find much else close to camp, that is, unless a trio of blind, dancing rabbits happened to skip into view. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to be able to sink his claws into a fleeing piece of prey before the day was through.

"Stonewhisker," he began in a confident tone, "Can we keep going and maybe make our way along the border? The prey around here is probably hiding now anyways. We can't waste valuable time hanging around while there are hungry elders waiting back at camp." The long-furred tabby tom had always felt a small affinity towards the older members of the Clan, even though he didn't always openly show it. Indeed, his sense of respect was far greater than anything else he might feel, and he certainly didn't wish for the noble retired warriors to go without prey. Call it a leftover sliver of his apprenticeship, during which he was rarely ordered to care for the elders, simply because he spent whatever free time he had in their den, caring gently for his old mother.

Stretching his front legs way in front of him, Pinestorm yawned and then stood respectfully back for the deputy to take the lead again. He padded forward in silence for a few moments before realizing that he was probably being rude by not talking at all. It would be a shame to put on such a poor show of manners in front of the deputy, especially. Scouring through his memory banks he searched desperately for some topic to converse with. "Uhmm," he stuttered, memory failing until he settled on what had happened earlier that day - Mudkit's apprentice ceremony. "Mudpaw's an apprentice now, so at least Ivyclaw has something to occupy his time. Umm, how's your apprentice coming along?" Pinestorm finally managed with a curious glance at the deputy. On-the-spot improvising was not one of his strong suits.